“Those marks on your neck. He did that, right?” Takuma asked in a quiet yet deep tone. The rage in his voice was evident, and it caught me off guard. I fell silent for a moment as I averted my gaze from him and stared blankly at our house gate in front of me.
In that deafening silence, all I could do was to slowly reach for my neck, specifically the part where Nishimoto left the marks. I pretended to rub it, though I was just trying to hide it from Takuma. I knew there was no point in doing that since he had already seen it, but it still felt uncomfortable for me.
I was aware that I should call out Nishimoto for what he did or slap him across his face as a payback. But…I was dumbfounded at that time. The only thing running on my mind was the confusion about who was the Nishimoto st
